Morning poem

 O morning, fresh and new,

With skies of azure blue,

The sun's warm golden rays

Awaken all the days.


The birds sing sweet and clear,

The flowers bloom with cheer,

The dewdrops sparkle bright,

A dazzling, wondrous sight.


The world awakes anew,

With promise fresh and true,

A chance to start again,

To mend and love and win.


So breathe the morning air,

And let go of all your care,

Embrace this gift of time,

And live your life sublime.


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